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Chapter 833
“I never thought that a young lady like her would have experienced so much.”
Jason lowered his eyes, not saying a word.
Marcus continued, “Since Mr. Maxwell has made her endure so much, why is she still with him? Why did she not
divorce him?”
Jason raised his eyes. “Fia never mentioned who the person she was secretly in love with was. Now that you’ve
listened to everything I said, can you make a guess?” Marcus’ expression. turned even more hideous and he drank
a whole cup of water he poured for himself.
He asked. “Is it Mr. Maxwell?”
Jason replied, “Besides him, I cannot think of why she would be willing to allow herself to be in such a humbling
position.”
Marcus responded, “Love is really an especially complicated and hurtful thing. I don’t ever want to find a girlfriend
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtin this life. Being single rocks!”
Jason harrumphed lightly. “That is because you have yet to meet the right woman. When you meet her, things will
not be up to you.”
Marcus replied, “Then, I’ll pray every day that I never meet her!”
***
After dinner, Fia sat on the sofa in the living room, swiping through her phone.
Conrad picked up a package and returned. “Fia, let me help you put on more clothes before you. play with your
phone.”
Fia said, “I’m not cold.”
“You have to wear these clothes.” He opened the package and took out a dress and a shirt like an apron.
Fia swept a glance at it. “Such an ugly shirt!”
“This is a shirt that is specially made to deflect radiation. Putting this on will be beneficial for both you and the
child,” Conrad said.
Fia put down the phone and sat up. “I’ll wear it. If it’s good for the child, I’ll wear it no matter how ugly it is.”
Conrad smiled gently and helped her to put it on.
Fia touched it. “No bad. At least the texture feels fine.”
“Continue to lie down and play with your phone.” Conrad helped her lie back on the sofa.
Fia felt a little warmth in her heart and grabbed his hand to get him to sit down.
She placed her head on his thigh and asked lightly, “Do you think Marcus White is reliable?”
“He’s reliable. I have gotten the camp to check a little. He himself was a mentally ill patient before. He cured
himself, went to study for eight years, and got a doctorate before starting to treat others.”
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Conrad was originally worried that Marcus would not be reliable but now he really felt that he’d do a good job.
“He’s quite inspirational,” Fia said. “However, it’s only my emotions that are not good. Is there really a need to put
in so much effort?”
“Fia.” Conrad gently smoothed out a few random strands of hair on her head. “I know that you repulse it, but it is
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfor your own good and for the good of the child. I’ll have to trouble you. a little, alright?”
Fia pouted without saying anything.
“Why would you accompany me? Can you even accompany me to be treated?” Fia was a little speechless.
“I’ll go with you every day and not let you face things alone,” Conrad said.
Fia thought about it and felt that if she was to really be treated, the psychiatrist would definitely ask her a lot of
private questions.
She did not wish for Conrad to find out.
“Other people are not allowed to be in the same room when a psychiatrist is asking
questions,” Fia said. “When the time comes, just bring your laptop and wait outside. Just go ahead with your work.”
“Alright.” Conrad tapped between her eyebrows and asked. “What fruit would you like at night?”
Fia replied, “Cherries.”
“I’ll go wash them. Wait for me.” Conrad went toward the kitchen.
Fia laid in the sofa, picked up her phone, and scrolled through it, looking for Eileen’s contact in WhatsApp to send a
message.